Can I? I look up at Lo with squinted eyes. And he nods in confirmation, like he can read my mind. But I know I wear all of my thoughts on my face for him to pick apart and see. He’s not scared. Not as much as me. And the confidence that he’s built up for weeks and weeks blows straight through me. I try to hold onto it as tightly as I can, even if it’s just air breezing between my fingers. I try to breathe every little bit of it in. But the terrified bits of me are very, very strong. I’m about to have a baby.
